Before Poem by ivan kireevskii

we, the animals of the complex
in this universe, alone
gaze upon my stature…
at this machine of skin and bone

one-trillion cells
molecules of complex patterns
where nothing is understood
yet all is explained

show me the snake's fang
and the orchid's protruding flower
then replicate, multiplicate, mutate and hold on tight
blend it in tonight's star studded shower

while i stand at the edge of space
peer into thy dance
where nothing is bad and nothing is good
just complexity, beauty and elegance…